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We are coming towards the end of a memorable two weeks in London. From all over the country, people have been flocking to the Olympic venues to cheer on Team GB. The success of the home team, in jubilee year, has raised fervour of support across the Shires. Euphoria has a lot to answer for. The celebrations have been openly emotional.  The normally reserved British have suspended the stiff upper lip in preference to tears, hugs and emotional outbursts. Even the Queen let her hair down, kicking off the happiness by staging a parachute arrival at the Opening ceremony. The achievements of the competitors have been stunning. You can feel the passion swelling within the chests of athletes and medal winners alike. You can see the emotion in the tear filled eyes of commentators and coaches. You can see it in the faces of those Union Flag clad supporters making their way to London. And you can see it in other places too. Just look at your facebook  feeds and you’ll see how ...

 Purity, Perfection, Victory, Peace and Friendship. The Olympic Torch reaches St. Albans The Olympic Torch came to St. Albans last weekend. The event was part of the Torch Relay  preceding the London games that has seen the torch carried the length and breadth of Great Britain. I wasn't actually that bothered about going to see it, but my youngest daughter was keen so I scooped her up and set off for a convenient street corner. We waited patiently as part of a growing crowd and after about an hour, the procession came in sight. I say sight, but actually I heard it before I could see it. The gaudy looking torch was preceded by about half a dozen advertisement riddled lorries playing loud music, creating the razz-a-ma-tazz that is now de rigeur for such events. Interspersed between them were to be found jugglers, flag sellers and at least a dozen hairy coppers on motorbikes (why do motorcycle policemen look so grizzly?). As I stood surrounded by pavements full of He...